ZYON POV
In my sleep, I discern someone's presence, and my eyes snap open like an overstuffed luggage zipper, busting from too much pressure inside.
A shadow hovers over me. I squinted in the dim room.
It was Mom. Her expression was closed up.
Great! A person can't have a private sleep. But I don't blame her. The last time she trusted me, I plotted without her consent with some group of men and women desperate for vengeance, as I am.
"You didn't creep all night in my room." I wondered, reluctantly rubbing my face with my hands.
She ignored me and sipped something that was not blood from the mug in her hand that reads, proud mom, "You have a visitor."
In the morning? Please let it not be the Elders stooping this low to get their hands on me.
"Uhm hmm." I groan and she heave
